Trees. Poem by Carl Sinderby
Trees.
Trees are tall there leafs fall,
We look them up and down and see beauty,
The vision of growth and strength in the over powering Branches,
There funny little shaped trunks,
They are claimed they are hugged,
They are drawn and sawn,
Tree's are our friend when we let them be,
Tree's contain destruction,
In mother nature's grace,
We love the trees all the same because they give us space.
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